Bread

Kurt’s been making this awesome bread lately, but he’s being rather cruel, just leaving it sitting on the counter, smelling delicious. I just want to walk over to it, slice open the crusty outside, slather butter all over the soft, warm inside and eat it aaaaaaaaaaaaaall.

But he’s told me I have to wait, that it’s really for dinner tonight. :(

This is utter torture.

On the up side, now I know dinner will be awesome! (who cares what else we have with the bread!)